In the night
When our shadows barely touch
anymore
I'm found running towards the moon
Anything that bares strange light
Pulling odd darkness from the tips of my toes
Your heart is as opacus
And as full of serects
as the grey matter that makes up my mind
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 5:20 PM UTC
In the night
When our shadows barely touch
anymore
I'm found running towards the moon
Anything that bares strange light
Pulling odd darkness from the tips of my toes
Your heart is as opacus
And as full of serects
as the grey matter that makes up my mind
